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The Goth and the Gardener

She was a goth
he was a gardener
they met outside her window
halfway past the hour
she wore her lips black
he wore a corduroy hat
with churlish curls
her face was white but
those eyes of violet blue
a hint of fright and fierce
bit through the piercings
smouldered the tears
he was strong and sure
not one more night so endless
could either one endure
this was their meeting place
their cure
outside the forbidden window
where the sun forgot to shine
where winter’s biting edge
had driven the snow so pure
he’d dug a trench to plant a fence
and pot the flowers golden
she sat down in her black nightdress
bitter cold and frozen
and she sighed…..
He bent down and fished around
and fetched a certain something
a silver apple, a golden pear
a little dining table
he then produced a little flame
to keep the goth girl warm
and underneath the window
they feasted there til dawn…

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  • rodeorose
    rodeoroseabout 4 years ago

    Conjures such fairytale imagery Karin. Love the flow and romance.x

  • Aw thx so much Rosie, y’know I’m just thumbing thru a mag and see a burlesque model n think of the little story … I’m glad you liked it :) ..xx

    – © Karin Taylor

  • Digidi
    Digidiabout 4 years ago

    just love this poem, i can see them now enjoying their feast

  • Thx so much Di, I think they were enchanted by one another… Perhaps the apples and pears are metaphors too… Much appreciated! :)

    – © Karin Taylor

  • izzybeth
    izzybethabout 4 years ago

    Do ya remember Mr. Keats? I love the beautiful whimsy in this Karin. I see the “St. Agnes” poem in this one… Except yours is better, because it is so very Modern!

  • Lol such wonderful enthusiasm I did not anticipate dear Beth…you made me smile so, that I ran to fund an ancient copy of Keats to show you ( found it at an op shop) see it here it’s a treasure of words and paintings, you’d love it! Thanx so much ! x

    – © Karin Taylor

  • H n yes… This does have shades of theSt Agnes poem!! I hadn’t realised, but it does :)

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  • izzybeth
    izzybethabout 4 years ago

    Yes, indeedy, Romance is not dead.

  • izzybeth
    izzybethabout 4 years ago

    it is sorta an accoustic Rebel Yell

    did I say I adore this poem of yours!!! Are you gona do some drawings?

  • Hehe I enjoyed Billy v mch!! Thx … Did your hubby see it (dedication) too?
    I love the way you described this – as an acoustic version of ‘Rebel Yell’ too..
    You know, I feel a connection with Keats when I read descriptions of him, he was a smallish man, the said his eyes were large, dark n glowing as tho they’d been dwelling on some glorious sight, he had an inward look perfectly divine, like a Delphian priestess who saw visions, I should have liked to know him very much :)

    – © Karin Taylor

  • iroti
    irotiabout 4 years ago

    What a lovely piece. It has a romantic charm and nice flow.

  • Thank you so much, your kindness means everything :)

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  • Keith Reesor
    Keith Reesorabout 4 years ago

    Wow!! Lovely Karin!! :)

  • Thank you so much Keith for that lovely response to my work :))

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  • Sarah ORourke
    Sarah ORourkeabout 4 years ago

    I love this! Anddddd, that poem by Keats has been the subject of much discussion due to it’s reference in this which I happened to be listening to just a moment ago!!!
    Xxx
    P.S If anyone has any thoughts/insights on who the women’s names might reference I’d be very interested as it’s something we’ve been puzzling for 6months now!!! The best guesses thus far continue the literary theme… Charlotte Bronte, The Canterbury Tales…

  • Oh more synch there Sarah, wonderful! Yet again, things swirling in the great collective consciousness, we find a new connection :)lovely work by Tori, if only we could fathom the mystery, alas … Not I, but someone may ;) x thank you very much Sarah :)

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  • Sarah ORourke
    Sarah ORourkeabout 4 years ago

    Haha, Oh I wasn’t too serious… There has been an analysis thread puzzling over Ophelia since the album was released. But it’s all interpretation, they may just be names drawn out a hat!!! That song is so beautiful… I find myself quoting the “change” line to many people frequently.
    Yes, more synchronicity!!! I think you’ve hit the nail on the head though, the more active the brain is and the more you interact with other people engaged in thinking on that same level, the more you’re likely to have thoughts that align or are somehow linked. I tihnk you also become more adept at linking them. Much like many of your recent written pieces, they seem to have that stream of consciousness feel and sometimes the jumps are apparent, sometimes not. Trying to find those connections is great fun I think! And good for the brain, it makes you look at things from multiple angles. No wonder my neck is sore. ;-)
    Xxx

  • izzybeth
    izzybethabout 4 years ago

    Thanks so much for the Keat’s book link, Karin.

  • Oh that’s a pleasure, it has some beautiful illustrations in it too, I’m toting with more drawings along that ilk Beth :)

    – © Karin Taylor

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